M.

I’ve been thinking about this since Wednesday. I feel so stupid and small.

It’s been overwhelming. The things that have happened through the holidays.

We hadn’t talked for 2 weeks and I came to your office with that STUPID pillow that my mom told me to go and get.

It’s so fragmented as it all came out at one time.

I feel so so ridiculous remembering/seeing me sitting in that chair across from you with lama socks on.

I don’t have words.

I feel like a kid talking to an adult, telling on people who hurt me.

Maybe that’s a good thing. ? I don’t know.

Maybe it’s good that a part of me feels confident enough to be honest with you.

I do remember saying “It feels like I’m listening to someone else talk.” I do remember that and after that it gets really snapshotty.

Thank you for being who you are and working with me as you do.

I always feel safe with you.